Scrapbook (2000) (V)

Director:

Eric Stanze

Writer:

Tommy Biondo (writer)

Release Date:

June 2000 (USA)

Genre:

Drama | Horror | Thriller

Tagline:

True horror is simply what one human being can do to another.

Plot:

A young woman named Clara is captured by a serial killer named Leonard who records his "life story" by keeping a scrapbook of his many victims...

Plot Keywords:

Killer | Serial Killer | Disfigurement | Graphic Rape | Breasts

Awards:

4 wins

Cast

Emily Haack	...	Clara
Tommy Biondo	...	Leonard
Todd Tevlin	...	Biffle Morris
Elizabeth Hammock	...	Young Leonard's Sister
Sam Maiden Jr.	...	Young Leonard's Brother
Angelia Sanderson	...	The Victim In The Van

Directed by
Eric Stanze

Writing credits (in alphabetical order)
Tommy Biondo		writer

Produced by
Tommy Biondo	....	executive producer
Eric Stanze	....	executive producer
Todd Tevlin	....	associate producer
Jeremy Wallace	....	producer

Original Music by
Brian McClelland

Film Editing by
Eric Stanze

Production Design by
Tommy Biondo

Makeup Department
Tommy Biondo	....	special makeup effects artist
Tony Bridges	....	special makeup effects artist
Sarah Stanze	....	special makeup effects artist

Production Management
Lisa Anne Harness	....	post-production supervisor

Art Department
Paula Morhaus	....	production design assistant

Special Effects by
Tony Bridges	....	special effects creator
Sarah Stanze	....	special effects creator

Camera and Electrical Department
Jason Christ	....	grip
Anthony Graham	....	grip
Eric Stanze	....	camera operator
Eric Stanze	....	lighting
Todd Tevlin	....	gaffer
Todd Tevlin	....	lighting

Editorial Department
Jay Johnson	....	post-production assistant
Todd Tevlin	....	post-production assistant

Other crew
Jack Fansher	....	production associate
Rick Green	....	production associate
Chuck LeRoi	....	production associate
Jim Martin	....	location manager
Patti Pagliai-Bowzer	....	location manager
Craig Schubert	....	production associate
Michael Wallace	....	location manager

Thanks
Michael Bangert	....	special thanks
Diana Blackwell	....	special thanks
Ron Bonk	....	special thanks
William Clifton	....	special thanks
Alfred Dodson	....	special thanks
Jessica Dodson	....	special thanks (as Jessica Wyman-Dodson)
Shana Ko	....	special thanks
Steve Lashly	....	special thanks
Kevin J. Lindenmuth	....	special thanks (as Kevin Lindenmuth)
Doug Mutert	....	special thanks
Jason Pankoke	....	special thanks
Pam Rainey	....	special thanks
D.J. Vivona	....	special thanks

Production Companies

• Wicked Pixel Cinema

Distributors

• Image Entertainment (2005) (USA) (DVD)
• Sub Rosa Studios (2005) (non-USA) (DVD)

Runtime:

95 min | UK:80 min (cut)

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Certification:

USA:Unrated | UK:18 (heavily cut)

Filming Locations:

Imperial, Missouri, USA

Company:

Wicked Pixel Cinema

Trivia:

The movie is based on actual events, researched by Tommy Biondo over a five year period.

Movie Connections:

Featured in Harvest Season: The Making of 'Savage Harvest 2: October Blood' (2007) (V)

Soundtrack:

God is a Bug

What Might Happen if Some Special-Ed Kids Found a Video Camera...

Scrapbook is home-made horror-porn from a director whose sadism is matched only by his crude-mindedness. Undoubtedly there is an audience for this stuff - there's an audience for just about everything I guess - but hopefully, for the sake of humanity's future, it's a small audience, and one that isn't able to procreate too profusely.

Does this make me sound like a snob? I don't care. If you can't be a snob over something as base, as technically inept, as profoundly repulsive as Scrapbook, then what can you be a snob about?

To call Scrapbook a movie would be to lend it a dignity it does not deserve. Roger Corman's A Bucket of Blood is a movie, a cheap, low-rent travesty but still a movie (and quite an amusing one at that). Night of the Living Dead is a movie - hell, even Last House on the Left is one - but Scrapbook? No. Scrapbook is something else - let's call it a stream of digital-video vomit until we can think of something better. Too harsh you say? You obviously haven't seen it.

The stream of digital-video vomit (it is a bit ungainly isn't it?) has a plot: a chunky little broad with a buzz-cut is kidnapped by a lunatic and imprisoned in his isolated house; the lunatic proceeds to torture the girl not only physically but, more importantly, mentally by subjecting her to his incoherent ramblings about his sad existence as a sexually-dysfunctional serial-killer. Ah, the serial killer - what is it about acorn-brained men with the emotional lives of fourteen-year-old lobotomy-patients that makes them so fascinated with obsessive murderers? Do they see something of themselves in these fractured, compulsive, socially inept predators? Or can they simply not think of anything better to make movies about? Scrapbook's serial-killer is one of cult-horror-moviedom's silliest, a snaggle-toothed drunken loner who got beaten a lot as a child, and can now only become sexually aroused by doing unspeakable things to women who bear a physical resemblance to the tart who used to play with his winkie when he was a boy. Huh? Forget it - it doesn't make sense for a second. Maybe - maybe - it could have made sense, but star/screenwriter (snicker) Tommy Biondo so muddles everything with inane speeches and amateur histrionics that even if we cared for a second we could not hope to sustain this interest through our ever-increasing annoyance.

Is "digital-video affront to all things natural" better?

It must be said that Tommy Biondo is only half-responsible for this particular insult to cinema - the rest of the blame falls in the lap of director Eric Stanze, a cult filmmaker who has developed a certain reputation amongst connoisseurs of crap. Stanze, it must be said, is a truly committed director - he doesn't skimp in creating his psycho jerk-off fantasy, but gives his chimp-like audience everything it could want and more. To catalogue the outrages perpetrated by and upon the actors in Scrapbook would cause this review to descend to a level of explicitness beyond what is tasteful; suffice it to say that what the female lead, a spunky no-talent named Emily Haack, is forced to endure in the name of schlock goes beyond challenging and into the realm of masochism. I hope against hope that Ms. Haack's parents never see this pile of steaming pig-guts.

Of course, even the worst piece of garbage is defensible - isn't that what progressive-mindedness is all about? Therefore, in the name of progressive-mindedness, I will attempt to defend Scrapbook. Perhaps one can find something in this heap of buzzard-entrails's rawness, its dim-witted purity, to applaud. The film is certainly not slick. It is not pretending to be anything other than what it is - the problem is that it is what it is.

Progressive-mindedness? Forget it. Sometimes one has no choice but to be narrow and snobbish. You don't watch a movie like Scrapbook, you fend it off until it's over, then go take a shower.